He almost did that now, before he remembered that he was a prince, and almost a man grown.
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“ You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you... and I need both of you, gods help me. ”
shewolfsource is proud to present its very first event: Stark Sisters Appreciation Week 2022! This fall, from the 19th of September to the 25th of September, join us for a week celebrating Sansa and Arya Stark, their sisterhood, their journeys, and so much more with the prompts below:
Monday, September 19 | Day One
⇸ Childhood at Winterfell
Tuesday, September 20 | Day Two
⇸ Houses Stark and Tully
Wednesday, September 21 | Day Three
⇸ Paralleling Journeys
Thursday, September 22 | Day Four
⇸ The Sun and the Moon
Friday, September 23 | Day Five
⇸ Alternate Universes
Saturday, September 24 | Day Six
⇸ Homecomings and Reunions
Sunday, September 25th | Day Seven
⇸ Post-Canon Speculations
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I realised that it has been some time since I have drawn my girl so here's a Sansa doodle based on Charles Edward Perugini's 'Peonies' but with winter roses.
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“Aright, you lot!” Robb calls to them cheerily. “Back to work!”
Almost everyone gives him a quick aye, your grace! before doing exactly that. Robb clapped his sister on the shoulder and smiled at her, saying, “Let’s go get started on this paperwork, alright?” Arya huffed at him, but Robb could see the uptick to her mouth all the same.
They take themselves back to the office he has claimed for himself, where they find Sansa surrounded by ravens. They are balanced on the back of chairs, on books, on the desk and the table and the window seat and the window ledge – Sorrow and Mirth are on Sansa’s shoulders. The Hound, looking mightily uncomfortable, is the only non-feathery surface in the whole room, excluding the walls.
“What the fuck,” Arya breathes behind Robb, and receives a sharp reprimand from Mother. Sansa looks up from the scroll she was copying with a small smile.
King of Winter, King of Rivers; King of Ice and Snow - Chapter 11
by @fairyofthefriz
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